Seeing Song Xuan and the others coming back, Song Qian's eyes curled up like crescent moons, and she said with a smile: "Brother, can it be solved so quickly?"
Song Xuan smiled and said: "Thanks to Brother Ye for helping me, otherwise it would not be easy to kill him."
Ye Gucheng said with a smile, "Brother Song, thank you. Although I am stronger than Feng Lun and it is easy to defeat him, the other party is the master of double flowers after all. If he wants to escape, it will be difficult to kill him.
It can only be said that he was unlucky to meet you and me at the same time! "
"Haha!" Song Xuan glanced at Song Qian and said meaningfully: "Sometimes, luck is also a kind of strength."
"Hey, stop flattering each other and come help!"
Song Qian pointed at the old man in black robe who was trapped in hundreds of ice prisons, "This old man's sword energy is too violent. At this speed, I can only trap him for a quarter of an hour at most."
Ye Gucheng stepped forward and said with a smile: "Brother Song, how about I do it this time?"
Song Xuan smiled and said: "Are you sure?"
Ye Gucheng nodded, "You have to use a sword to kill him, and you also have to gather momentum to use a special move. If I were to fight against such a master, the opponent would not give me time to gather momentum.
But now, I have plenty of time. "
As he spoke, Ye Gucheng raised his hand and the long sword behind him suddenly flew into his hand. Then, with him as the center, the power of heaven and earth was attracted from all directions.
Song Xuan watched quietly. In his perception, the 'power' gathering from all directions was being continuously shrunk, squeezed, and gathered towards the tip of the sword.
The tip of the long sword seemed to have turned into a black hole at this moment, wildly devouring the surrounding heaven and earth, and even the light was swallowed up.
Ten breaths later, Ye Gucheng drew his sword.
As soon as the sword came out, a black sword mark appeared in the space. Everything disappeared wherever it passed. Whether it was Song Qian's ice prison or the sword energy slashed by the old man in black robes, they were all like mud cows entering the sea, silently. Annihilated.
The upper body of the old man in black robe had disappeared, and half of his body fell from the sky.
The death was silent and caused no waves.
In terms of its destructive power to the outside world, Ye Gucheng's trick is not as powerful as his "immortal caressing my head" style.
But Song Xuan knew very well that the opponent compressed and gathered the power of heaven and earth at one point, and the penetrating power was so strong that he felt palpitations.
The longer he practiced, the more he understood a truth.
In a duel between masters, one is not afraid of the opponent's martial arts bells and whistles that are earth-shattering, but is afraid that the silent power gathered together will be the truly terrifying killing move.
Ye Gucheng was a true genius in swordsmanship. Song Xuan was not sure that he could catch the unique move he just made.
At least, he was not sure without using the power of his soul.
"call!"
With a long sigh of relief, Ye Gucheng wiped the sweat from his forehead. It was obvious that the unique swordsmanship just now consumed him a lot.
"Under normal circumstances, I would not use this trick."
Ye Gucheng was in a happy mood and started talking more, "The enemy is not a fool and will stand there waiting to die.
Moreover, this move consumes too much on oneself, so it is only suitable for single combat, not for group attacks. This is the first time I have used this technique to kill someone since I developed this secret technique. "
As he spoke, he cupped his fists and saluted Song Qian, "I would also like to thank Miss Song for creating such an excellent opportunity for me!"
Song Qian waved her hand nonchalantly, "You're just talking about this!"
As she said that, she extended her thumb and gave Lao Ye a thumbs up, "The Sword Master is the Sword Master, he is really awesome!"
"Haha, Miss Song is also very impressive. Your ice prison method doesn't look like martial arts, but more like Taoism. The person who was trapped by you didn't lose unfairly."
Song Qian shook her head, "It's a pity that the guy surnamed Sun was too smart, so he ran away."
"If you run away, you can run away. There won't be any waves."
Song Xuan took this very seriously. The man named Sun looked like a casual cultivator and had no sense of belonging to Xingyun Villa.
If this person is sensible and stops causing trouble, he wouldn't mind letting him go.
Of course, if you don't have a good eye and still want to stir up trouble in the world, then it's no wonder that Mr. Song is so ruthless!
"After the battle is over, the happiest part comes next!"
Song Qian rubbed her hands with a little joy on her face.
"What part?"
Ye Gucheng was stunned. Could it be that there was some special ceremony to be held after Xuanyi Wei killed people and wiped out the family?
Song Qian smiled, walked to the body of the old man in black robe whose upper half was beaten by Ye Gucheng, and turned over his mutilated lower body.
Then, she curled her lips and said, "Poor guy!"
Ye Gucheng also understood what she was doing at this time and explained: "Generally, valuable things are kept in the arms or sleeves. His upper body is gone, so naturally you can't find anything good."
Song Qian hummed and came to the body of the red-robed old man.
This man was killed by my brother himself, but his eyebrows were pierced, and his body was kept intact. Moreover, he was once one of the elders of the Demon Cult, so he should have something good on him.
Soon, a bunch of scattered small items were searched out by Song Qian.
She threw the silver coins, jade pendants and other things aside casually. Soon, she found a thin secret book in the middle of the person's inner armor.
"Purple Blood Magic!"
Song Qian frowned slightly, as if she was not satisfied with this technique.
But after Song Xuan heard the name of the technique, he immediately stepped forward to take it, opened the pages and browsed quickly.
This method is a secret method recorded in the Demonic Sect's highest secret book, Tianmo Ce. Tianmo Ce is divided into ten volumes, and the Purple Blood Technique is one of them.
This method is a blood training method. If you practice to a high level, the blood all over your body can turn into purple blood. The energy and blood will be like the scorching sun, just like the god of fire descending to the mortal world. The power is extremely powerful.
"not bad!"
Song Xuan was somewhat interested in this method.
He has already begun to practice the method of refining the orifice. If he practices the method of refining the blood on this basis, God knows how strong his physical body will be in the future.
"Is it the magic method?"
Ye Gucheng stepped forward, a little curious.
Song Xuan didn't protect the food and handed it to him casually, "Brother Ye, let's take a look at it too."
Ye Gucheng hesitated for a moment, then smiled when he saw Song Xuan's calm expression, his face full of sincerity and no temptation.
"That's it, thank you very much!"
After flipping through the secret book, Ye Gucheng handed it to Song Xuan and sighed: "It is indeed one of the highest secret methods of the Demon Sect. The difficulty of practicing this method is too harsh and extreme.
It would be fine if we are ordinary people who have not cultivated the mental method, but you and I have already achieved success in cultivation, and it is not appropriate to change to this kind of demonic martial arts.
I don't recommend Brother Song to practice. If you don't do it right, the purple blood will burn the body, and it's very easy to go crazy. "
"Brother Ye is right!"
Song Xuan agreed and put the secret book in his arms.
Obsessed?
What Song Xuan is not afraid of the most is going crazy.
